Feeding time defines the morning, we don’t eat until they are all feed, and we join the sun rising each morning, a subtle celebration of life. The weekend is underway. Last night we saw the “Powerful Oz,” fun, overwhelmed by special effects, as is common. Still, we enjoyed it. This weekend I will work at the Battenkill Bookstore (this morning.) We will visit Bedlam Farm. We are having dinner with a friend. I will review the James Salter Novel and put up another of Florence’s journal entries. Tomorrow, the Hubbard Hall Writer’s Workshop is coming to the farm for a meeting.

I’m planning to cook my roast vegetable pizzas. It is chilly here. We hope to put up a clothesline. We are staying in bed reading this morning. Everyone is fed.